Molly Spencer

Berry
 
     after Connie Wanek
 
 
To grow low      wet      ever-
        green    To bloom
pink with arms thrown back
To set pale fruit
To deepen      flame
To spill out      over      wide
water when ripe
 
To shine      blood-bright
         in someone’s hands
their kitchen    To meld
with their sugar    To boil
burst liquefy
To settle jewel-deep
into another’s
shape    To be
         that ache
in someone’s mouth
 
 

 
Molly Spencer is a poet, an avid reader of poetry and almost anything else, and a mother of three. Her work has appeared in Literary Mama, Linebreak, CALYX and elsewhere. A native Michigander and erstwhile Minnesotan, she now lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and their children. She blogs about poetry and the writing life at:http://mollyspencer.wordpress.com/




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